Son of the devil (open to all)

[Drane]

(I agree with Night. Wonderful post, MSL. You too, Night. Great job.)

Rex had dropped both Jose and the knife as he had watched Belail turn. Once the transformation was complete and he took in the hellish beast in front of him, his throat turned to cotton. When the nightmare lunged at him, he couldn't scream, couldn't run. He felt his crotch get warm and wet as 'Belail' landed on his chest. Again, he tried to scream as he watched the massive jaws unhinge and go for his shoulder. There was a sharp, stabbing pain, than the evil teen's life was extinguished forever. Boomer stood cemented to his spot, the large 18 year old unable to comprehend what had just happened. Than, he heard the slightest voice in the back of his head.

'Run, or he shall kill you too.' He shook his head vigorously, unaware that no one else could hear the heavenly voice. Slide, on the other hand, screamed. He tried to turn and run, tried to forget the sight of his leader and friend torn apart on the floor in front of him, tried to forget the demon that was ever so ready to kill him, but he couldn't. Something had grabbed him and was stopping him from moving.

Draco's jaw dropped at the sight of his former father. With a slight whimper, he darted over to Jose and picked the boy up, shielding him with his arms. Amon stepped over too, wrapping his arms around his brothers as he forced them all to look away. Draco gripped his little brother tighter, tears streaming down his face as he remembered the faithful day in the woods when Belail had saved him. This... creature was not the kind man with a calm voice that had plucked him from his exile. What stood before him was a demon that was no better than Satan. As the three brothers huddled together, trying to block out the vision of there 'father', Draco started muttering, "It'll be alright.... it'll be alright...", even though, deep down, he knew he was only fooling himself.

[My_Secret_Life]

((Thank you both ^___^; I've been wanting to do this for a while; I have all of it worked out! If I'm able to do everything as planned, the boys will have A LOT to think about ^_~))

Belial let out another deafening roar, growling as some of his prey (namely the two teen friends of Rex) escaped. His eye caught the sight of the huddled boys and he turned his large body to face them. He stalked over, growling and grunting, blowing heavy breathes out of his nose.

He had been deaf to God's words, unable to hear them through his demon-clouded thoughts. Though, the more the Lord spoke, the more Satan's grip on his mind weakened. By the end of it, the only thing Belial was able to hear was a few muttering in God's voice.

He was only inches away from the boys now. He slowly opened his mouth, bearing his saliva-coated fangs...

"Stop Demon!" A fairly-young male shouted. Belial blinked and looked over, growling at the new comer. A male, with short blonde hair and blue eyes appearing mid-twenties, stood in the room's doorway. He was dressed in a white long-sleeve shirt and and pants, with shining silver armor covering his chest, arms, and front of his legs. The most noticeable thing about the male though, was his while angelic wings.

"You shall not continue any longer," He shouted, drawing his sword from the sheath at his side. The blade's hilt was of the purest gold, as the blade was also silver. He held the blade, glaring at Belial. Belial let out a fierce roar, before facing the angel and standing on his hind legs to get a better fight. However, this prooved to be his demise. As soon as he stood, the angel charged at him, sliceing his chest, diagonally, from the right shoulder down to the left side of his rib cage.

Belial let out a pain howl, sounding much like a wounded dog, and fell back. He destroyed the wall of the room as he fell back and out into the front yard. He fell on his spine, before rolling a little ways in to the middle of the yard. The angel looked down at Belial, ignoring the children as he went to join Belial in the yard. He jumped down, landing on his feet and preparing his sword again as Belial began to stand.

"Enough!" shouted a female voice this time. It was Central; she landed beside her angelic commrade, her wings out as well. The male angel looked at her questionably, but before he could ask, she answered. "He is on His way, I shall bind Belial. Go make sure the boys are okay." With that, Central put her hands together and began to chant softly in an ancient language. Glowing rings of white light grasped Belial around the throat and ankles, making him unable to move.

The male angel flew back up, into the house from the large hole Belial had created. He walked over to Rex first, placing a hand above his face. He shook his head, sighing sadly. He looked over to the three boys and walked over to them. He stopped once he reached them and held out his hand to them. He glared stepping back. "Demons..." he muttered.

After that, he turned away and walked back to Rex's body; he picked it up, putting it over his shoulders. He looked back at the boys. "Follow me," he said before jumping down from the house and landing in the yard again. He put Rex's body down, he and Central waiting patiently in the yard. They stared at the forest before them, as if waiting for someone to walk out from the tress.

[nightbladered]

Jose screamed as his dad approched them. He huddled closer with his brothers hoping they would protect him.

Then in a blinding flash of light one of Gods angels appeared and drew his sword, wounding Jose's daddy and sending him back through the wall at the otherside of the room. Jose couldn't hear what happened next but when the angel came back and said to join them he nodded and broke free of his brothers, walking over the angel.

"I am ready to join you" he said almost in a trance like state. No one had any idea that this was Satan's doing as well, the boy felt compelled to go with the angels, but he wasn't being compelled by God, rather by Satan.

[Drane]

Draco held a hand out meekly, as if trying to pull the little boy back into the protective ring. He withdrew his hand, than stepped away from Amon. "I'm going to join them in the yard. Please, Amon, come with us. Jose needs the support." Using the heavenly power locked deep inside his very soul, Draco changed into his angelic form. His eyes glowed, turning into a marvelous icy blue, his hair darkened into a beautiful raven black, his clothes changed into a white vest, no shirt, and white leather pants, and a pair of pure white feathered wings grew from his back. He faced his brother, pain in his eyes as he read Amon's mind. He held out a hand to Amon.

"Please, come with us, my brother. We have lost two fathers now. Jose and I can't bear to lose you, too."

Amon looked up, his eyes burning. Similar to Draco, the power inside him unlocked, changing him into what he once was. His eyes turned red, as did his hair, the nails on his hands and bare feet sharpened to a dangerous point, small black horns sprouted from the mane of red hair that covered his head, a whip like tail grew from behind him, his clothes changed into a pair of black pants and a red belt, leaving his torso bare, while his teeth sharpened, and two leathery wings emerged from his back. The two brothers, one created from good, the other from evil, looked at each other.

Amon growled. "I.... I can't go. Do you know how hard it would be to watch one that cared for me, cared for us, all this time be dragged to the very pit that spawned me? I refuse to go anywhere near those two angels or our demonic father. YOU may have been blinded, but I can see, my brother. Those two would like nothing more than to dump me into that pit with Belail! You go, be with Jose. All I'm saying is I can't live with or around these forces anymore. I'm out." He raised his hands up, than took a step back. "I'll live on the outskirts of town, work honestly, and be happy. You and Jose do what you want." With that, Amon turned on heel and strode out a back door, away from Draco, away from Jose, away from what remained of Belail, away from his old life.

Draco stood, dumbstruck. Than, in a fit of rage, he shot a blast of heavenly light at an old wooden wardrobe, reducing it to splinters. Scowling, he strode into the yard, to the angels. He picked up Jose, holding him close so that the warmth of the heavenly blood coursing through his veins could keep him comfortable. Using a free hand, he wiped a few tears away from his face, than looked at the angels. "So, what happens now?" he asked, his voice biting back the pain in his heart from Amon's departure.

(Don't worry. He'll be back.)

[My_Secret_Life]

Central and her male friend turned slightly upon hearing Amon's departure, but for the moest part looked as if they could care less. When Draco, with Jose in his arms, did join them, Central stepped towards them to speak to them, while her friend merely watched her.

"We're going to wait here for the Lord to come," she told Draco, bending her knees and resting her hands on them to be more at his height; she smiled at him sympathetically. "He'll evaluate Belial and then He was suppose to talk to all three of you, but with Amon's departure, I'm guessing some of His lecture will be withheld." She stood up straight, looking back at the trees. "We shouldn't have to wait long."

And they didn't; less than half an hour later a figure appeared from the trees. It was a male, who appeared younger than Draco excepted in height. He was about as tall as Belial had been as a human, maybe and inch or two taller. His had silver eyes and short matching hair; his skin was pale, almost matching the simple white robe he wore. Unlike, Central and her male friend, he didn't have his wings out. He walked calmly, with a gentle and warm smile on his face as if everything was perfect in the world.

As he made it to the angels, Central and the male bowed at the waist, greeting him. "My Lord..." the male greeted softly, as if afraid to speak too loudy.

"You need not address me so formly, Keit." he said. "Or fearfully for that matter." Keit, the male angel, blushed; making Him chuckle lightly. Afterward, Central and Keit stood straight, watching Him. He noticed Draco and Jose and strode over to them. "Hello Draco...Jose..." He greeted, smiling at them. He extended a hand, going to pat Jose on the head.

"Father!" Keit said in a warning tone. "Please becareful! That child! He---!"

"I know what he is Keit," He replied gently, petting Jose softly. "That doesn't make him any less my child." He smiled at the boys. "I've watched you both for a very long time," he said. "And I am amazed and very proud of both of you, including Amon." He smiled at Draco. "Do not worry, your brother will return. For now, I'd like to talk to the both of you."

He stood and turned to Belail, the large wolf-like demon still struggling against the angelic bonds he had against him. Slowly, he walked over to the beast, Keit and Central each stood ready to defend him. He made it to Belial's side, the demon growling warningly at him and baring his fangs, though never snapping at the new-comer.

"Rest," he said, putting his hand on Belial's large shoulder. The demon's eyes widened before he began to pant slightly. He laid down, looking at the new-comer as a dog would his master. He smiled and gently petted Belial's side. "Tell me boys," he said, looking back at Draco and Jose. "Do you know what happened to Belial?"

[nightbladered]

It was impossible to put into words of how good it felt to be standing right before God. It was like Jose's entire life had been one bad nightmare and he had just woke up to see that he was truely safe. All of his hurts and pain was washed away by God's glow. Jose wanted to do exactly what God said, no matter the personal cost. Somehow Jose knew he didn't have to bow, that bowing wouldn't be the right sign of respect. So he just stood there until God spoke asking him and Drane about if they knew what had happened to their daddy.

Jose nodded at God's question. He had grown up hearing stories of the true horrors of hell from his brothers and his dad , and he had been taught to spot the signs of a demon and angel hiding in a human body. He knew that his dad had become a demon. What the boy didn't know but Drane did was that Belail was a converted demon who had gone into the service of God.

Seeing that Draco wasn't answering Jose decided to speak first.

"Well sir, some bad kids came back and they tried to hurt me, they put a knife to my neck and they said they were going to kill me. And daddy came in with a gun but he lost it and then when they said they were going to kill me he transformed. When I saw he was a demon I threw the knife at him, its still there." Jose said

He pointed to the knife sticking out of the demons skin.

"But I forgot to put it in holy water first. Then I prayed to you for help, and you sent help, and now daddy is trapped in those rings. Then you came." he finished up his story.

Jose couldn't bear to make eye contact with God, so he looked down at the ground as he spoke. He was clearly nervous, as any earth child would be upon meeting the creater of everything.

"Thank you for listening" Jose said trying to look up.

Somehow he thought those words weren't enough thanks but now he was at a complete loss at whatelse to say.

[Drane]

(lol, dude. The name is Draco, not Drane. Innocent mistake)

As soon as He stepped into view, Draco felt the same as Jose. All his pain of his brother was gone, replaced by the warmth of His love. Draco's mouth unhinged, his eyes widening. Without a second thought, he dropped down to one knee, bowing his head deeply. "King of kings." he muttered, trying to hide his tears of happiness. "I am just... so..." he was at a loss of words. The love he felt in his heart was beyond compare.

Without looking up, Draco started to recount his tale. "When Rex and his gang broke in, they went for Jose. I did my best to defend him, and that was when Belail came in. He raised a gun to Rex, but when Rex threatened t kill Jose, Belail lost it, Lord." Draco said, never leaving his kneeling position. "If you don't mind my asking, Lord, what are you going to do to Rex and Belail? And what will happen to Amon?' he asked, his head tilting up slightly, though not enough to make eye contact.


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Shortly after he had left, Amon had returned to his human form. It had taken only a few minutes to escape that power that had forced him to change, but he was not out of it's boundary. After a short walk, he had made it to the town that was next to the forest where he used to live. As he strode through the streets, he noticed that several people were staring, wide-eyed, at him. He smirked. Apparently he HAD gained something from his real father. Most demons were given marvelous looks when in their human forms, a tactic used to lure their prey in.

He started looking at the signs in every store window, trying to find work.

[My_Secret_Life]

God just smiled gently, walking back to the boys. "Your stories are correct," he said. "But, to answer my own question, Belial was stressed to his breaking point." He smiled at Draco and gently placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, giving a small nudge to let him know he could rise. Once Draco was on his feet, God smiled lovingly at him and turned back to Belial.

"Belial, as you know Draco, is one of Lucifer's self-created sons; the northern prince. He was also Lucifer's favorite. When Belial came to me, you can imagine Lucifer's rage." He paused for a moment, collecting his words. "Demons are different from humans," he said. "They don't feel the need to breed or love, just lust. When demons do give birth, the spawn is often abandoned and left to grow on it's own; this is why demon adults are usually so strong."

He looked down sadly, as if remembering a bad memory. "When demons come to me to repent, I turn them into children so they can be raised with that love and affection, so they may aslo learn to feel that love and want to give it to their own offspring. Belial is the strongest demon in hail, excusing Lucifer himself. I knew this would be difficult for him." He looked at Draco and Jose.

"Raising you alone Draco would have been no problem for him; Amon would have been a bit difficult, but he'd manage; but when you add Jose, and consider what he is, Belial couldn't take it. Demons don't raise their children and to raise three, who might I add, argue constantly, would bring the weakest demon to fall back."

He paused, looking at the boys; though he still held his smile, something in his eyes changed to a stern look, probably the sternest look one could manage. "In a very simple sentence; you three, Draco, Amon, and Jose...it's all your fault."

He began to walk back over to Belial. "Belial will be sent back to Hell, he'll probably want to repent again and it'll have to be decided whether to start him over or let him continue." He looked back at Draco and Jose. "That decision will lie with you two." He reached Belial and began to pet him agian. "If you two boys can act like a family with your appointed guardian, then when Belial asks for repentence you will see him again as if nothing happened. If you don't, he'll be turned back into a child and you'll never see him again."

He looked back at the boys. "Would you two like to speak to your father? Say 'goodbye' or anything else?"

Belial panted like a dog, blinking at God as he was petted again. Obviously some sense was still in his being, not attacking God or cringing from his touch, welcoming it even.

[nightbladered]

(its fixed Drane)

Jose burst into tears hearing that it had been all his fault. This was very hard for the 4 year old to handle. And what did God mean by considering what he is the boy wondered. As far as he knew he was just a normal four year old boy. Jose walked over to Belial.

"Goodbye daddy." he said reaching out to touch the demon.

Belial started to bite at Jose then he recoiled as Satan rose up from hell, stepping through the portal he had just created in front of Jose. Paying Jose no mind Satan walked over to Belial.

"So you wish to come back to serve me do you? Well I won't have it, God won't get one of his spies into hell that easy. You made your choice and now I banish you from hell, never allowed to return least your body crumble into the hellspawn I used to create you. You shall be forced to wander the earth in your demon form, near inmortal, abe to feel pain but not able to die. You will be attacked and hated everywhere you go, and you will learn what its like to be truely alone, not accepted by either side. " Satan paused in his speech.

"That is of course unless God decides to take pity on you and allow you to return to your human form, for without my blessing or his you can't shape shift anymore, you will be stuck as a true demon."

Satan turned to Jose. "Child worry not about what God says. As you will find out, God is not as all knowing or as all powerful as he claims to be. Right now he is no more powerful then I am. If he was as all powerful as he was given credit for my kind wouldn't exist, he would have defeated us long ago."

While Satan was speaking, he was chanting a silent prayer for Jose in his mind, unknown by any but the boy who felt a strange pleasant tingle run up his spine. Though he withdrew all traces of himself from Jose, he gave the boy his enternal blessing, clearly marking him as his one true son. Showing his true power for the first time in many 100's of years, Satan weaved a third spell on that removed all traces of his mark from the boys body.

Thus the boy was protected from all leathal harm, as those wishing to truely harm him would find those attempts back firing on themselves. And it appeared that Jose was naught but a human boy, no one not even God could see otherwise now.

As Satan spoke to him Jose got very very scared. So scared that the boy did something that no human had ever done in the long history of the earth. He ran over and hugged God, embracing him and sinking into his light. Under the spell of that light all of his worries and fears banished.

However such was the power of Satan's evil that Jose felt compelled to keep hugging God until moments later Satan took his leave.

"I shall enjoy watching you wander the earth Belial" Satan said as he vanished.

[Drane]

(alright. GREAT post, Night)

Draco burned with fury when his old father appeared. He spread his angelic wings, his hands glowing with a pure white light. However, with a side glance over to God, he remained in his position. His hissed through his teeth, glaring at Satan. "Your evil knows no bounds, does it? How can you make this man suffer so greatly?" He glanced over at Belail's form, his eyes stinging with pain. Ignoring the people that stood before him, Draco walked over to the one man who had ever shown him TRUE kindness. He fell to his knees by Belail's head, his heart hurting badly.

He touched Belail's forehead, than whispered, "Do you remember that day in the woods, father? The day you found me? What was I than? A human-demon hybrid, bent and broken inside, with no hope for happiness. YOU gave me that hope, Belail. Because of you, I learned to embrace God. Look at what you have made me! I love you, and I WILL avenge you.... Dad." He blinked away tears, looking away from what remained of his father.

^^^

Amon was at the far East side of the town. He had managed to get work as a wood chopper, a job that helped him vent through his feelings. He stood in a clearing behind a house, an axe in his hand and a pile of wood next to him. He flexed his arms and hefted the axe onto one shoulder, than placed a small log onto the tree stump that was in front of him. He glanced over at the side of the house, smirking slightly as he noticed several people, all girls his age, try to hide their head before he saw them.

A wide smile spread across his face. THIS was a life he could get used to. No God, no Satan, no family, just him.